Lights go out.
Not a sound.
Nevermind.
Everyone is loud.
The entire crowd.
Nevermind.
They're just hungry.
Tired. Bored.
Again, I'm ignored.
Forget that.
Back and forth.
Repetition 842...
Who's counting anyways.
He's here every day.
It's just been this way.
No.
Spilled drinks.
Hot dogs.
Nachos. Tacos.
Sun, gum, and gunk galore.
That burning is revenge!
No, I refuse!
Saws, axes, harvesters.
They grind away.
At the end of the day.
I'm all that's left.
Waiting for a truck
To heft me from the soil.
But for now, end the toil.
Take a load off.
But...
No cell phones please.
Oh, I have your keys.
But good luck seeing them.
Just blame the cushions, blame me.
Oh yeah, I recline, too.
But not that it matters to you.
You just sit, stare, and...sleep.
Your eyes aren't open to weep
When that guy dies.
Nevermind.
I'm just a chair.
Nobody cares.
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Song of Sorrows Past
PoetryA poetry collection focusing on several perspectives of the world around us. Scope and splendor are irrelevant in a world that begs for the peering eye upon every corner of its vast terrain. Society tends to forget that which will endure beyond any...
